When
I was a sophomore in high school, I was in biology class taking a test and in
the middle of the test I needed a Kleenex.
I
walked up to the front of the class to get one when I heard my teacher ask, “Are
your eyes wandering a bit, Mr. Stecker?”
Implying that I was looking at someone else’s test paper on my way to
get the Kleenex.
Now
I was not looking at anyone else’s paper and I was mortified. Had she said, are you a bit neurotic
about your academic success, Mr. Stecker?
Are you dreamy and unfocused, Mr. Stecker? Even, do you feel nerdy and unworthy from time to time,
Mr. Stecker? I would have been put
off, but ultimately not as offended.
There was some truth to all of those things, certainly when I was a
teenager.
But
to ask if I was cheating? That hurt. I was not, and am not, a cheater.
Her
snarky question sliced right through me not just because I was wrongly accused,
but because I felt fundamentally misunderstood. If she implied that about me, then she didn’t understand me
at all. At 16 you tend to feel
that sort of thing powerfully.
But
it’s not just something you feel as a teenager.